Drama Of Pheromones
By skinner_jennifer
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Dear diary...
I first realized I loved the bodies natural odour when
I went to see the great musical Hair at the Hippodrome
Bristol in 1970.
I knew from my own experience in amateur dramatics
that a lot of sweat, tears and emotions went into
singing, dancing and learning lines, all that exhaustive
energy would cause the bodies natural glands to sweat
profusely, along with the stage makeup that would melt
under the lights.
It was during the performance that the actors came
down off the stage and started dancing amongst the
audience. One of the actors, this gorgeous hippy guy
with long brown hair and the sexiest face this teenager
had ever seen, came and sat on my lap...boy was I in
seventh heaven? Oh! Yes.
The guy had a radiance even off stage, wearing denim
flairs, a jacket that was covered in feathers, they were
also adorning his long wild hair. He'd created a fantasy
in this sixteen year old's imagination.
Of course I wouldn't have shared my reverie with
anyone at the time. This was my own private, crazy
pipe dream, of leaving my seat and running up on to
the stage to sing and dance, where I'd become part of
an amazing experience. In my head I'd perform every
night and be taken under the wing of this beautiful guy,
going on some wild adventure. But of course I was
totally out of their league, even though I had a taste for
acting, it was never to be.
Back to reality, by the time I got myself together he'd
kissed my cheek and one of the brownish feathers
landed on me, I was trembling with excitement after
the peck on my cheek. It all happened so quickly, but
his body odour remained on the feather, I just kept
sniffing the feather for the rest of the evening, while
being as inconspicuous as possible
After the performance I managed to get two
autographs, but the signitures are not decipherable.
Also when I got home I placed the feather in a small
blue box and still have it to this day, but sadly have no
idea where the box is, I know it's somewhere in the
house, but at least the autographs are still here, so it's
not all bad.
It has to be said that those days of that musical Hair
and the hippies of the 60s with flowers, bells, peace
and love, along with some amazing music, filled my
life with so much pleasure, freaking out and beautiful
people...they'll stay with me forever.
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What a wonderful memory Jenny
What a wonderful memory Jenny, and so perfect for the Inspiration Point. You took me to a place of dazzling sound, colour and scent!
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